A Poem by Bella-Marie

One, two, three, four


I'm not bothered any more


Five, six, seven, eight


So you just want to be my 'mate'?


Twirl around, tap and twist


You so will not be sorely missed


Step left and right, look up and down


I'm moving to a brand-new town


Handstand, cartwheel, and french-fry


It's time now to exclaim


© 2011 Bella-Marie

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Author's Note

A french-fry is a hand-stand kicking and you slowly arch over backwards. When you are in a bridge you kick back to standing. It's cool to watch.

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I like this poem, because I can relate to it, in that dance often takes away the pain of your problems, and gives you a chance to express yourself in a way words never could.

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Added on January 19, 2011
Last Updated on January 27, 2011



Hamilton, Waikato, New Zealand

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